![]() ![]() “Maybe I’ll watch a game and see how it’s played first.” Every time I’ve ever played games where you have to get up in front of others and do something in a spotlight-like bowling or charades-I generally am too concerned about onlookers watching me and end up looking awkward. “Hand-eye coordination is not my strong suit,” I tell him. “If it’s like ring toss at the fair, I kill at that. “At least, I was when I was ten, which is the last-and, well, only time I’ve ever played.” “I have to warn you, I’m pretty much a horseshoes genius, so I’ll probably beat you.” Nearby, white lights are strung on a cedar pergola, beneath which three lanes of horseshoes are set up on sandy ground. ![]() A few guests are toasting marshmallows over the flames, and there’s some sort of make-your-own-s’mores station on a table. It’s a gorgeous bonfire, with rustic split-log benches circling it. ![]()
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